“Don’t want any reward.”
“But you have earned it. I would have to pay a detective well to recover them had that fellow gotten away with them. Here, take this, with my sincere thanks.”
She handed Bob a bill. He glanced at it. It was for fifty dollars.
“You—you’ve made a mistake,” he said, with something like a gasp.
“How so?”
“This is a fifty-dollar bill.”
“Well?” smiled Mrs. Varley.
“You didn’t mean to give me that much, did you?”
She nodded.
“But it ain’t worth it—not by half. I didn’t do much.”